I don't own Vampire Academy all rights go to Richelle Meade
Rose is a writer of a successful series and has to do a tour for her latest book. The place she has to do the book tour signing is in Russia, everything seems to go wrong for her, when she arrives. Along the way she meets someone who will help her out (even though at first he might be a pain in the neck for her) and will help her get over the terrible trauma she keeps buried deep within.
His hands grab my waist and slides along my leg grasping the bottom of my dress. He rips it off my body and begins to kiss every inch of my exposed skin while I feel bile rise up my throat. I shake and quiver and cry, its cold and I feel his presence all around me, consuming me into a vacant darkness. And then when all hope leaves me I, I…
I wake up yelling.
"Someone help me!" Ah fuck I got to stop doing that. Everyone in the airplane is looking at me like I'm crazy, honestly who wakes up screaming that.
That night happened so many years ago, I got to stop thinking about it. I've grown different, stronger since then. I'm no longer that girl who let herself be walked over. I don't give up without a fight now because I know that there won't always be someone to help. I know that if I want anything done I'm going to have to do it myself.
"Is something wrong." The flight attendant tells me, like if there something she could do to get rid of my nightmare. Idiot. Still I humor her.
"Oh no I'm fine just a bad dream you know."
"Oh yeah I hate those well have a great flight call me if you need anything." And she walks away knowing full well that I won't be calling her but of curse its her job to ask.
It takes me a while to remember why I'm here. Right the book signing and of all places Russia why not Hawaii or the Bahamas. Why did it have to be in the arctic wasteland that is Russia. Still I have to do this for my fans who love my book. For any other reason I wouldn't have come. But did the plane have to last so freaking long, my butt already hurts from all of this sitting and the airplane food isn't as good as my publishers made it out to be. And lets not get into how boring it is to just sit down in one position, I had to get up like ten times and fake having to go to the bathroom just to get up from that seat.
Well just a couple more hours of boredom and I'll be released from this hellhole and be thrown into another. Got to look at the bright side though the other hellhole will have T.V. that I don't understand, weird food I probably won't like, and oh yeah is an arctic wasteland. Some bright side, I just want to get in do the book signing and get out as quickly as possible. But no, what do my publishers tell me to do.
"Get their a week early," they said, "explore and look around. The city of St. Petersburg is huge you'll enjoy it. And we won't take no for an answer your plane is already booked to get their a week in advance."
Idiots, if I wanted to explore for a week I would have told them. I'm not afraid to tell people what I do or do not want. They say it will be "good for me," shouldn't I be able to know what is or isn't good for me, come on its me who knows me better than me.
Still I have to obey their orders they are after all my bosses. Though I don't really think they give a crap about me. I found out later that this plane ride is the only one that would take me with no charges charged because they work with my publishers. And the next plane would leave in about a month so it was either this one or pay for a flight. Yeah mystery solved for their sudden interest in my welfare.
"Attention passengers we are experiencing a slight malfunction we are going to have to land in the nearest airport which is coming up in approximately five minutes. Buckle in your seat belt, we will arrive shortly."
Ah great more waiting my favorite thing. Hmm even my thoughts have sarcasm, I never thought I would be so bored that I would be trying to make jokes to myself so I could be entertained.
Looking out the window I notice that we're landing in an extremely small airport in the middle of nowhere. Man can things get any worse…
"Attention passengers it appears we're having more problems than expected so we might have to do a crash landing make sure you're buckled in and thank you for choosing this airline."
"What the fuck. Did that bitch just say that!" I practically yelled because honestly I wasn't going to whisper it.
Well good thing I'm not the only one with a shocked face the man in front of me looked like he was having a heart attack he was yelling. "Oh my God forgive me for what I've done. I know I haven't been the best person but don't let me die. I don't care about the other people but just don't kill me."
"This mother fucker." Oh shit I heard myself and it was proven when the little girl and her mom next to me looked at me their jaws dropped.
"Honestly we're about to crash land and all you care about is me having said mother fucker." I think their jaws dropped a little wider when I said it again. Man people in this airplane get weirder and weirder. Or stupider could be a better word to describe them. But of greater importance we're about to crash land.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh"
"Omph" My head hit the seat in front of me and fuck that hurt, but their seem to be some good in the world when I realized that all of us passengers were ok. The landing was a bit ruff and I think the wheels broke off, but at that point I didn't care all I knew was that we were all alive and that was good enough for me.
"Passengers the landing went smoother than expected and I'm glad to see that everyone is ok, we are going to start exiting the plane in an orderly fashion."
What! That crash was smooth what did they expect, plane torn in half, most of us dead.
My publishers are going to get an ear full of complaints when I get a hold of them.
"Miss do you need help getting out your luggage from the compartment" The same flight attendant who came to comfort me after my dream incident was looking at me with her friendly blue eyes and kind smile. I would have let her but the pride that I wired into myself that says I have to do everything myself kicked in.
"No I'm fine but thank you." No point in complaining to her about the horrible plane ride when she was being friendly.
Outside the wind was fresh, and the sky was blue. Nothing like the arctic wasteland I pictured in my head. There were lots of trees around further confirming that this airport was in the middle of nowhere.
"Do you know when the next plane is going to leave to St. Petersburg." I asked the flight attendant with the kind blue eyes.
"Umm their should be a small plane leaving later on today." Oh good for a second I thought I might be stranded here for a couple of days. As pretty as this place was I'd rather be in a city.
"Thank you" The attendant disappeared inside one of the doors and I soon followed. I found myself inside a biggish room with all the people from the plane ride I was on. Something seemed wrong all. Their wasn't any other people but us and maybe five other people who worked in the small airport. The extremely small airport, but of course its in the middle of nowhere so it might not be used often.
"Listen up people we have one other plane here in this airport and its not as big as the one you were in, so some of you are going to stay behind. Who here can have a family or friend pick them up." One of the people who work at the airport told us.
About twenty people raised their hands and came up to the front. The rest of the attendants began counting the rest of us that remained.
"There is still more people than the airplane can fit so we're going to review your payment methods and the ones who paid in full are going to get the first priorities."
Ah fuck I am not going to be one of the first priorities that's for sure. It seemed to be taking them forever to decide who goes and who doesn't . Again I seemed to be doing my favorite thing in the world wait. Yeah I don't even feel like lying to myself, I hate to wait.
"Everyone quiet down we made the list of who's going, whoever's not on the list has to either call someone to pick them up or wait for the next plane to St. Petersburg, which will be in about ten days."
Oh hell no I have to be in that list. But like everything else in this forsaken trip it all went to hell. Crap I'm not on the list, and I don't even know anyone from Russia.
"Umm excuse me," I asked one of the airport workers, "Do you have a number where I can call a cab."
"Oh no the cabs don't travel this far, actually the only time airplanes use this airport is to stop for gas. But theirs a town nearby."
"Is their someone who can give me a ride to the town."
"Actually it's the opposite way from where all of us live and we live pretty far off, sorry."
Jackass he couldn't even give some of his spare time to drop me off. Fine I didn't need him I didn't need anyone.
I found out that the town was about three hours away if you walked. And walking to this town was my last option after everyone refused to give me a ride. I was actually surprised to see the rest of the people who weren't on the list stay and wait for the next plane. Oh well that's on them if they want to wait, I on the other hand was going to walk on down to the small town of Baia.
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